Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

On the other side, Jiecalin placed the small scepter horizontally on her knees, casting a sidelong glance, wanting to join everyone but with a hint of pride, not wanting to appear too compliant. As for Muyawadi, at this moment her eyes were slightly closed, her hand gently moving the chain bead, seemingly reminiscing about past people and events.

Pouring the brewed tea slowly from the jade pot, then handing it to the attending songstresses, Tilan herself held a cup, taking a slight sip.

The tea offered was not traditional green tea, but a modernized light sweet floral tea more in line with contemporary lifestyles.

First, everyone was served tea and drank it, then they slowly began to discuss the current situation and state of affairs.

"If Ores successfully repels Blanchi, the Federation can still maintain a rough peace, with no major disturbances from any factions."

"If Ores can continue to hold on and gradually step into the Radiant Sun Level within ten years, the Federation can remain stable for decades until a new Scorching Sun Level songstress emerges to challenge her authority," Masha stated while playing with her hair.

"Unfortunately, the current Central Council is short-sighted, putting Ores in a difficult position. She is not yet fully mature and is facing Blanchi, who has already risen with a Solar Crown once. It's truly a life-or-death situation."

Upon hearing this, the other songstresses present also gradually fell into silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

"If we want to change the Federation, the best outcome is that Blanchi defeats Ores and both are left severely weakened. Of course, that idea sounds a bit dark and quite unethical," Masha said with a slight shake of her head.

"Whether it is Blanchi or Ores, they are songstresses like us, also driven by public opinion, not entirely in control of their own fates, alas..."

"Is there a perfect method, a way for both Blanchi and Ores to survive?" The lavishly dressed young girl sitting in the center finally spoke.

"This... swimming against the tide forcefully is difficult since the opposing factions' conflicts are irreconcilable, but if it's only about saving the two of them, it might not be impossible," Masha pondered.

"Hmm, then let me do it," the girl seated in the center said flatly, uttering a statement that was as staggering as a tidal wave.

"What?" The previously absent-minded songstresses now all turned their gaze toward Tilan, even Muyawadi, who had kept her eyes closed, opened them, revealing surprise in her eyes, which had seemed lifeless before.

The girl slowly stood up from among the grass, her lightweight long skirt and sleeves bathing in the breeze.

"I don't like overly sad and melancholic stories, nor do I like endings filled with sacrifices and despair." She slightly opened her hands, catching the petals falling in the wind.

"Since we are to create a future full of hope, let it start from here."

"If a reason must be given, then the answer is, I like such a future, I want to make the world into an ideal form."

The breeze caressed, and at this moment, it seemed as if she was radiating some aura, although there appeared to be nothing, just a few simple sentences that conveyed a thousand words.

Pure and flawless light, born out of her own liking and passion, so beautiful, yet so powerful.

Even though the songstresses present had strong spiritual resistance, they were momentarily immersed in this breeze and dream, swayed by the girl's simple and straightforward words.

Gone were the past confusions and hesitations; she profoundly understood what she hoped for and no longer avoided this right feeling.

Whether she was the reincarnation of an Angel or the vessel of the Black Sun, those once concerning things no longer mattered; she wanted to change this world that felt twisted and uncomfortable to her. This innate loathing and unease finally drove her onto this path.

"I need your assistance and hope that you can stand with me." Her eyes, as clear as gems, glanced over the people present, as if a ray of light piercing into the hearts of the songstresses, with some facing it calmly, some dodging, and some remaining silent.

Yes, she had previously persuaded these songstresses, but not everyone was sincerely convinced; she understood the reasons for the hesitation in some and knew the fragility of human nature.

Not every songstress harbored great ideals; many among them were ordinary folks and commoners who gained their talents by chance, simply pushed by destiny onto this path.

"Muyawadi, I know you miss your old friends and the wonderful times of your youth." The girl raised her sleeve, and the bracelet originally on Yahemos's fingers floated up, hovering in the air.

As the string broke, each jewel and bead flew out, then circled in the air.

A faint moonlight mark appeared between her brows, and then each jewel emitted a halo, displaying the features of young women and the scenes they were in. These memory fragments entwined in the beads were activated by the girl, revealing images that captivated Muyawadi, leaving her entranced.

"I promise you, I will engrave these memories within the jewels and pearls, making them into beautiful dreams that will accompany you in eternal rest. Even after a hundred years, when you pass away, they shall accompany you as you descend into the Sea of Aijeika."

After listening, Muyawadi snapped back to reality, looking at the girl with anticipation and admiration. Then she slowly knelt on the grass, a halo similar to Tilan's appearing between her brows.

Witnessing this, the songstresses present were deeply moved, but this was far from the end.